Agrippa, please

Iowahawk just kills it with advice for Obama from Julius Caesar:

Yo Obamacus, Rome up your shit! If you knew the first thing about handlin' your shit SPQR-style, you'd be turning Capitol Hill into Crucifixion Hill. Glennus Beckus? Boom! Up on the cross, bitch. Rushus Limbavus? Boom! You been served. Shit, send the survivors a bill for the nails.

Strange Brew

Whenever I get angry at the interwebs, they go and produce something like this. Aw baby, I could never stay mad at you!



I've often thought I'd like to run a liquor store for a week, just to see what it's like (ditto for a fast food joint). But then again I'd rather not get shot.

C.R.E.A.M

The Fed’s balance sheet is $2,174,000,000,000.

What would I do if I was president? I'm glad you asked:

If I was president (what would you do? )
I would not carry, oh no spare change
I would just rearrange, the whole government structure
Cause there seems to be something that's
Messing with the flucture of the money (what? )
It's not coming to me

What would Method Man say, I'm glad you asked:

Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

the train HAS come

Yeeeahhhh, boy:

Move over Juraj Jánošík, Slovakia has a new hero. His name is Seweryn Gancarczyk, and although he is Polish by birth, tonight he is the toast of the neighbours to the south after his own goal in the third minute of Slovakia's final qualifying game for World Cup 2010 decided this match - and this long campaign - in Slovakia's favour.

Juraj Jánošík was a kind of Slovak Robin Hood. In contrast, the Czech national hero, vojáka Švejka, was known for disappearing anytime violence was a-brewin. The Czech national pastime is defenestrating unarmed civilians. Just saying...

I Can Feel Birds Everywhere Crapping On Me As We Speak

I picked up a San Francisco Chronicle yesterday for the first time in months, because a guy I play hoops with wrote an article on "pickup basketball fashion" with a pic of another guy we play with, DT. I got a good laugh that DT was featured not only on the Style front, but also in a teaser above the fold on A1.

When the did they photo shoot of DT before our Saturday morning game, Peter (the writer) asked several us to take photos as well. Turns out it was a slow style news day, and yours truly was printed in an 8" color photo on the back page of the section, and called a "brand loyalist" for rocking the full Adidas look. Maybe Adidas will send me some free shoes.

Uncle Sam Pimp Slapped Me.

Method Man sez: "The IRS said: if you don't come see me, I'll comes see you".

Method Man made me proud, he takes all responsibility and accountability on himself, doesn't blame his CPA, the Man, and specifically exonerates the weed. That's a refreshing antidote to Charlie Rangel, Chairman of Ways & Means (which write the Tax Law) who has a 1000 excuses for doing much worse.

You Kids Get Off My Lawn

This park in the Alaskan Kenai Peninsula is named after someone who I can only assume was a handsome, charming, and patriotic American. Although if you aren't from Alaska, no dipnet salmon fishing for you -- that's only for locals.

You may however participate in Combat Fishing. I'm not sure what that is, but apparently the local medical clinic has quite a bit of experience removing fish hooks.


(right-click then "view image" for a large version)

The son of a local Kenai couple, Erik Hansen was an Eagle Scout who died of brain cancer at the age of 32. His younger brother Leif was also an Eagle Scout, and also died tragically young in an accidental drowning; Leif Hansen Memorial Park is only a few miles away in the city center.

I Want To Ride My Bicycle, I Want To Ride My Bike

Believe me, I'm not trying to make this the youtube blog, but hey, sometimes that's all I got. This is pretty impressive, mincing mama's boy music not withstanding: